Desolate autumn winds, accompanied by wave after wave of loss.
When the foundation is gone, how can anything else stand?
Frost Tears, now without the Netherworld Queen presiding over it, is no longer Frost Tears.
And the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb, without Wan Jian Tian presiding, is no longer the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb.
Everything here will undergo transformation, either be annihilated or give rise to new derivations due to changes in the Ancient Array.
Yet, there still remains a certain period of safety.
Zhou Yan retrieved his physical body, guarded by the Netherworld Queen, and after merging with his Soul, his body also returned to a complete state, his strength naturally reaching the peak of the Sword Void Three Changes.
At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, his stance solitary as a crane.
Gazing into the distance, by his side, only Jiu Que remained.
